Still no Facebook, no cheating. This must be what a “timeout” feels like. My parents were of the era when they used to paddle kids for being bad, so I have no clue what the non-violent parenting model feels like. I hate texting, so I’m really not getting communication from the outside world. As long as I can take my 55″ TV and surround sound, I’m ready to be Amish! Still, I am finding time for other things long put off. I’ve started to pour over the footage from the documentary. That’s been harrowing. If I thought I was depressed before, try hearing the most gut wrenching tales of woe imaginable. It makes me grateful for what I have, that’s for damn sure. We don’t live in anything like the times of Nazi Germany. Anyone painting Hitler mustaches on Bush or Obama do nothing but belittle the reality of what happened in Europe in the 1930’s and 1940’s.
So I’m dead set in the middle of our biggest semi-annual job and what do I do with my free time? More work. At this moment, I’m photoshopping individual TV spots. Simultaneously, I’m uploading the show CLIP FRAMES to a few cable companies for broadcast, rendering some other tests out of Adobe Media Encoder, and another computer at work is copying the FRAMELINES episodes so I can lay them back to tape (again) with Closed Captions (again).
The most interesting side effect of the Facebook Ban? I’ve been going to bed before Midnight every night. Aside from the near-total disconnect from humanity, the upside seems to be more and better rest, productivity, and a blind optimism on the horizon.
The Boys of Rossdonia seem happier. Lorenzo has claimed my bed as his own. His new resting place at all hours is the side of the bed. I believe his thought process is “This is a giant space mostly unused during daylight hours…. it’s also the softest place in the known universe. I claim this area in the name of Lorenzo Lamas Jones!“.
My back and shoulders are still sore. MRSA attacks me day and night. I’m still leaking blood. It’s not as bad as last week, but normally it dissipates quicker than this. I bought all new sheets (again) because if anyone ever saw what my bed looks like in the morning, you’d think there’d been a stabbing some nights.
“Monsters exist, but they are too few in numbers to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the functionaries ready to believe and act without asking questions.”
― Primo Levi, Holocaust Survivor